The last

of a dying breed



I don't remember much about bein born

But I do remember this: I was conceived on February 10th

Complications detected in my early months of ballin

Around my sonargram you could see the evil was swarmin

The hassle, was it what the world was seekin in a child?

The doctors wanted me out, my mama's in denial

Then I kicked her and gently rubbed my hands across her stomach

Told her: "Keep em off me, mama, I'm comin, I'm comin"



Now I guess I musta been the reason mama couldn't sleep

Interrupted her peace, but it was time for me to eat

And since carryin me caused all that swimmin in your feet

Just know that I'm thankful, I'll let you feel it with my heartbeat

All the doctor visits and physicians movin me around

You could sense my discomfort in every other ultrasound

And I'm runnin out of room in here, steady slidin down

Then she opened up her legs and pushed me out (pushed me out)



(Nigger, nigger never die

Blackface, shining eye)



When I awoke I recall them walkin out my nose

Screamin at the top of my lungs, freezing cold

Wrapped me up in blankets after dressing me in clothes

Then I met the ???? that I owed

At 3 o'clock, what-what, nine seven o

Was the birth of a dying species, and this I know

The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed

The last of this muthafuckin breed



The last of this muthafuckin breed